When the I don't give a fuck stage hits.it hits hard. If I love you hard and found myself at this stage with you.you hurt me for the last time and Here's to me.even harder than I loved, not giving a fuck anymore

no one warns little girls how boys with such pretty eyes who smell like smoke, who tastes like rain, who talk like silver, are reasons behind tear soaked pillows, half finished poems and so many sad dreams - nikita gill